I am feeling particularly devastated and negative as of late. I have not had a period since you left and have been bloated beyond what is natural, not to mention the strange cyst-like acne that persist to bulge, while never coming to a head. I love being me and missing you.
The sunset three nights ago, the one you will never see. The Winter Olympics are on. You shall never watch another olympics...or is that shown where you are now? You are probably in them and not a mere spectator! O my darling, DAK.
The horn on my head is pounding, I know i will have a scab to contend with tommorrow. Fuck I don't know how to be careful. I love you and miss you. Take care of yourself.
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
Thursday, January 7, 2010
Dirty Clothes
I asked them to bring me all of your clothes, dirty or clean, dirty is better. I have three hefy bags full of your dirty clothes now. For a long time I switched between three of your dirty sweatshirts to sleep with. I miss you... Gunnar has been wearing your clothes. At first when I asked him, he was not interested but over time I notice your shirts on his self. He looks handsome in your clothes. It is impossible, i think, to be close to you now that are away.
The Ol' Ball and Chain
We did it twice, just the two of us. Alone together. Why? Becuase it was just about us. You can't kill love.
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